What makes you, you?

Uhh brown hair, green eyes somewhat tanned skin. Crazy random conspiracy theories and a love for books. Devistatingly good looks and a decent taste in music. I don’t let people in easily but when I do I’ll care for you no matter what. Kinda on the sarcastic side which honestly In the case of a hostage situation would be my downfall.
There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience.
At least not in the way people think. Genetics have a significant influence over your development, but the other portion is vastly generated by the experiences others impart on you throughout your life. All of your values -or even the aversion to certain values- are strictly defined by what the adults in your childhood exemplified, meaning you are the combination of all the character traits you were exposed to growing up and there is not a single original thought in your mind, just a milkshake of all of the information you were given. "You" are a compound entity that works within the limits of its programming, that can, of course, grow and expand through your interactions to thought models that are new to you but still imparted by others. Changing a single event in your upbringing would have changed who "you" are entirely. So you and I and everyone in the world are just happy random accidents that carry on with us snippets of the people that came before us.
The greatest mistake is to be continually fearful of making one. A stumble may prevent a fall. To say that we have made mistakes is to say that we are alive. When we cease to make mistakes that is the moment when we cease to be. The Buddha has once asked if he'd ever made a mistakes, he answered "I am making a mistake even now, nothing more."
My abusive step dad, well used to be step dad. Me and my mom got away from him last year but everything he tried to make me do I did the opposite and I got a boyfriend even though I wasn't supposed to and he saved my life.( I was suicidal). He's been harrasing us since we left, and I've found out he wasn't just mentally and emotionally abusive, he also physically abused my mom, I want to put his name on here just for people to see this man for what he is if y'all ever see I'm and not get tricked by him.anyway yeah I'm me because of him
There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience.
At least not in the way people think. Genetics have a significant influence over your development, but the other portion is vastly generated by the experiences others impart on you throughout your life. All of your values -or even the aversion to certain values- are strictly defined by what the adults in your childhood exemplified, meaning you are the combination of all the character traits you were exposed to growing up and there is not a single original thought in your mind, just a milkshake of all of the information you were given. "You" are a compound entity that works within the limits of its programming, that can, of course, grow and expand through your interactions to thought models that are new to you but still imparted by others. Changing a single event in your upbringing would have changed who "you" are entirely. So you and I and everyone in the world are just happy random accidents that carry on with us snippets of the people that came before us.
The greatest mistake is to be continually fearful of making one. A stumble may prevent a fall. To say that we have made mistakes is to say that we are alive. When we cease to make mistakes that is the moment when we cease to be. The Buddha has once asked if he'd ever made a mistakes, he answered "I am making a mistake even now, nothing more."
My abusive step dad, well used to be step dad. Me and my mom got away from him last year but everything he tried to make me do I did the opposite and I got a boyfriend even though I wasn't supposed to and he saved my life.( I was suicidal). He's been harrasing us since we left, and I've found out he wasn't just mentally and emotionally abusive, he also physically abused my mom, I want to put his name on here just for people to see this man for what he is if y'all ever see I'm and not get tricked by him.anyway yeah I'm me because of him